I love my boss. I dislike suddenly being asked to take on another person's share of a project, when I'm already covering 3 counties. And then taking on their county cases, on top of the special project.
I get it - he thinks I can handle it. But right now? I can barely focus. I want a long ass nap.
If you are going to ask my team for a favor that takes 15+ hours of manpower and do any of the following:
Then you don't get to be a rude asshole about said favor that acts like we're too dumb to understand.
If you are going to do all of those things, then you do not get to use the MS Teams meeting chat to try to make an unscheduled group call in which you start screaming about how we can't filter the Excel file because it ZOMG IT EFFECTS EVERYONE WORKING IN THE FILE AT THE SAME TIME.
You especially do not get to yell at ME about it when I'm the only one who was dumb enough to answer and have repeatedly told you I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE FILE OPEN.
Congrats, Larry. I reported you to my manager because I am ten kinds of done with your shit today.
PS - She also said you were a rude asshole to her the last time she worked with you, so now she's reporting it to her boss.
I work in food service, my boss is going through menopause, everyone I work with is either a dipshit or a constant no-call, no-show (or just no-show), and we are busier than ever. I am the only one who shows up when needed, comes in early, stays late. I have established myself as that responsible employee and now I can't turn back, FUCK.
I work in a medical clinic as a receptionist at a tribal clinic. We got money from the CARES act and recently there was a meeting regarding us getting Hazard pay. It's turned into a giant shit show. Who should be getting it, who shouldn't. Do we get it, does the billing staff? Do we get it at all? Then there's the fighting. Well you don't DESERVE IT! I don't even want to enter the building. I don't even care if it get it. I've been happy with the fact my insurance is being taken care of. And my mortgage. And all the smaller things. Once that check comes from the back pay, it'll be taxed anyway. I'm just over all of it. My boss? She's amazing. She's trying to make sure we get everything she feels we deserve. I've never felt luckier to have anyone.
We are all more than our worst moments.
@SuperiorHuron said in The Work Thread:
Who should be getting it, who shouldn't. Do we get it, does the billing staff? Do we get it at all? Then there's the fighting. Well you don't DESERVE IT! I don't even want to enter the building. I don't even care if it get it. I've been happy with the fact my insurance is being taken care of. And my mortgage. And all the smaller things. Once that check comes from the back pay, it'll be taxed anyway. I'm just over all of it.
TFW you are masked so the customer cannot see that your sudden violent fit of coughing and gasping is because you accidentally are choking on your own drool you swallowed the wrong way, not a sudden outbreak of the zombie plague. Even though they were in the drive up window, and my retractable drawer thing was closed the driver practically jumped from driver to passenger seat.
I'm sure this poor person is who is going to get the survey. 
though when I explained what happened they busted a gut chortling.
I am going to be two jobs for a while. So if I am busy, it is not personal. I adore my rp partners, but expect life to get crazy.
I am going back to in person nursing in order to help out with the Covid crisis and am keeping my tele health job PRN. I am also tending a massive Homestead type garden.
I actually don't know how often I will be around or not, I plan to play it by ear, not worry about the game for a while and just fit it when it works and it feels low stress to play.
So. I don't have access to neither my math nor my language arts curriclum because somehow my school was left off the list of allowed schools. So that's fun.
Also, if my admin say, "but you're so good at..." one more time when I bring up my concerns about this upcoming year and my fears about failing my kids I swear I'm going to take a bat to a wall. I don't need your fucking reassurances of my ability. I need you to help me process and find a fucking plan forward. I'm not expressing my concerns because I need validation. I'm expressing my concerns because I fucking NEED HELP.
@silverfox I'm scared and frustrated too. Teaching in this environment is awful and I don't know what to do either. Good luck with everything.
I know it's important and thus do it and do it well, but I honestly hate doing mandatory training reporting. It just breaks my heart.
@silverfox said in The Work Thread:
I know it's important and thus do it and do it well, but I honestly hate doing mandatory training reporting. It just breaks my heart.
It does suck.
I remember when I was younger, I had to teach high school kids how to identify sexual abuse in school-aged children.
I did it once a week for thirty-seven weeks.
Now I'm a lawyer.
I was feeling bad about leaving my job of almost three years (half a month shy of my start date at the academy and three months shy of my graduation date). However, after yesterday I feel good and am ready to move on.
It was originally supposed to be my last day (and might now have been my last day after what happened, but I'm hoping to ride out another week for a little more money before I start my new job) and it was the friday of my workweek, so I expected a somewhat easy post assignment to cruise through until the end of shift. No, instead they assigned me to 5 East, which three months ago before we had a jail riot was an easy post because it was the old man wing, but had since been turned into a disciplinary wing to house the rioters and then, after they came off disciplinary, house any other displinary inmates. So I was going to be doing jumpsuit exchange and late night meal for 22 men who are very unhappy to be locked in their cells for 23 hours a day with no television or distraction other than their one hour out in a dayroom that has their shower and the telephone. Also, the wing has a very low ceiling, terrible lighting so you can't see if you're about to get assaulted, and most officers and inmates swear that it, along with 6 East above it, is haunted. It's certainly creepy enough to be haunted; though, I don't believe in the paranormal.
The second layer of the shit cake was that I was the only third-shifter assigned to that entire floor for the night. Out of 6 officers, I was the only one who wasn't going to be exhausted after having already worked a full shift during second shift. Also none of them knew it was jumpsuit exchange night on that floor, so they were unprepared and unhappy that they had to do that and I was going to have lead them through that.
The third layer of the shit cake was that second shift had apparently not done much, so almost all of the inmates were agitated. The North 1 walk of the wing had flooded the walk on first shift until first shift cut off their water. Second shift gave them back their water, and they flooded the walk again, so second shift cut off their water. They were already demanding we turn the water back on and I wasn't about to give it to them after demonstrating they can't behave themselves twice in one day, pissing them off more. The South 1 walk was pissed they didn't receive hot water (scaldingly hot water we heat up in hot pots so they can cook noodles or make instant coffee; it's a privilege not a right, and it's at officer's discretion whether to give it) so were donkey kicking their doors for attention. As I did my rounds for beginning of shift count, two different inmates kindly informed me that when I opened their doors to serve them food they were jumping me.
The fourth layer of the shit cake was that my partner decided to leave the floor after having been there maybe 10 minutes for a "bathroom break" that proceeded to take 40 minutes (or longer, they hadn't returned by the end of the story), and after I had been there an hour, my Sergeant still hadn't arrived on the floor for me to address the issues with the wing with them. So I was a bit miffed at having to deal with these issues by myself.
The steaming turd topping on the shit cake was when I did rounds for the final time, South 1 had decided to flood their walk too, so I had to cut off their water at which point I was threatened two more times with assault (well, one was a threat of murder but let's not get technical).
I called my lieutenant, told her I wasn't eating that shit cake, and she could force feed it to whatever poor bastard hadn't already given their two weeks notice. I turned in the wing's keyset; exited the security perimeter; collected my firearm, extra magazines, baton, and cell phone; and clocked out.
If that story sounds right up your alley, they're hiring.
I swear to god I will not be surprised if teachers just throw their hands up in the air and straight up quit. We're being asked to do a million things badly and nothing WELL.
A parent reached out concerned because her SECOND GRADER is carrying multiple text books home every day (100% agree, this is stupid as fuck. If we go remote they should be able to come and get them vs carrying them home EVERY DAY) and all I could do is say that I'm so sorry it's happening but that I don't know what to do, maybe if she calls the office they might be able to brainstorm something?
My only bright spot is that my kids in front of me seem to trust me and are willing to try. But there's a point where that validation just isn't enough any more and the DAMAGE that's being done to kids is more heavily weighted.
@silverfox said in The Work Thread:
A parent reached out concerned because her SECOND GRADER is carrying multiple text books home every day (100% agree, this is stupid as fuck. If we go remote they should be able to come and get them vs carrying them home EVERY DAY) and all I could do is say that I'm so sorry it's happening but that I don't know what to do, maybe if she calls the office they might be able to brainstorm something?
Wait, this isn't normal for you people?
“It is better to live doing the things that you like. It is foolish to live within this dream of a world seeing unpleasantness and doing only things that you do not like.” -- Yamamoto Tsunetomo.
Nope. In a normal year they have their lunch box and maybe a single reading book.
My babies backpacks are easily 1/3 of their total weight.
@silverfox said in The Work Thread:
Nope. In a normal year they have their lunch box and maybe a single reading book.
Man, y'all live it easy down Souf.
@Ganymede said in The Work Thread:
@silverfox said in The Work Thread:
Nope. In a normal year they have their lunch box and maybe a single reading book.
Man, y'all live it easy down Souf.
What is the Ohio using as text books for 2nd grade?
What silverfox described is more or less what happens up here in the frozen too. I don't think any kids around here get actual text books until maybe 4th grade. I'm thinking more like 6th though.
I have a distinct and unhappy memory in elementary school where I bent down for something, my heavily laden backpack flipped down over my head, and I was dragged head-first into a puddle.
But that was long long ago.
